Adam puffed his cheeks with all the stale air born from the dreadful revelation—the horror of the netherworld overseer, the absurd promise to wander a place none of them truly understood. Or perhaps only he hadn't.
All for what?
Elena's guilt about her deceased parents? Or her irrational hunger for their lost affection?
Irrational, because she had already found it in her later years. Hunger, because satisfaction had never taken root. More, always more—an obsession that drove her past risks, past consequences, past anyone else's wishes.
She had set him up with that alliance, with that promise.
'I won't go!' An inner scream rocked his mind as the air churned between his cheeks. The golden specks of light reflected in the classroom mist seemed cold and distant—just like these questions.
